Chapter 793
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Chapter 793: The Final Strike!
“He intends to kill someone!”
Chu Changhuan felt it. Despite being incredibly powerful and one of the most esteemed figures on the Sacred Mountain, in the eyes of the young man before him, there was no hesitation—he was determined to kill him.
A chill ran down Chu Changhuan’s spine as fear slowly overtook him. He attempted to retreat, but it was too late. The imprint of the claw had already locked onto his neck, trapping him. The young man’s face was resolute, and in his eyes, a deadly intent flashed.
Before the multitude of eyes watching both inside and outside the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, Chu Changhuan of the Sacred Mountain, a top-tier figure of the younger generation, found himself helpless, trapped like a defenceless chick in the hands of this fierce young man.
It was truly astonishing. The entire Sanctified Martial Secret Realm shuddered, and everyone was left speechless, enveloped in a chilling silence.
Holding Chu Changhuan with ease, Su Yi gave a slight tilt of his head and guided Chu Changhuan in a specific direction. A faint, cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.
At that moment, everyone understood that Su Yi was using Chu Changhuan as a demonstration, directing him toward a certain place.
Following his gaze, everyone within and outside the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm could clearly see that it was the direction of the Sacred Mountain formation.
“I get it now; all the disciples from earlier must have been defeated by this boy!”
At that instant, as they watched the image projected in the void, the powerful beings from Sacred Mountain finally understood—it was likely Yi Su of the Overlord Sect who had caused the demise of the fallen disciples and the destruction of the Soul Stones.
“Oh no, it’s him! He wants to kill Chu Changhuan!”
Suddenly, Kuang Guilan cried out, and in that instant, it seemed as though the boy was about to kill Chu Changhuan!
“Boy, how dare you!”
Almost simultaneously, Elder Bing Fu’s voice rang out, filled with vitality, thunderous and hoarse. It was a voice filled with intense tension.
But alas, in the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, his voice was unheard.
Separated by the realm, observing the ever-changing expressions within the Sacred Mountain formation, Su Yi’s lips slowly curled into a cold smile. Then, a surge of killing intent flared within him. With a firm grip, his fingers flung Chu Changhuan away.
“Boom!”
At that moment, Su Yi’s feet hit the ground. His body shot forward, and his right fist glowed with crimson light. With a deep, powerful sound, the punch surged forth, striking Chu Changhuan’s chest in mid-air—without any flourish.
A terrifying aura filled the air, causing Chu Changhuan’s eyes to widen in fear. His face went blank, his body no longer obeying him. Despair overwhelmed him, and he froze in terror.
“Bang!”
With a deep, muffled sound, the entire Sanctified Martial Secret Realm shook. Onlookers saw with painful clarity how a young man, once hailed as a paragon of martial excellence and beauty, the chosen one of Sacred Mountain, was shattered into a mist of blood. His body broke apart bit by bit, then fell to the ground.
Su Yi’s figure descended back to the earth, his gaze still locked on the direction of the Sacred Mountain formation. A cold gleam flickered in his eyes, and a faint, chilling smile remained on his lips.
“Not…”
“Don’t go!”
Outside the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, on the mountain where the Sacred Mountain formation stood, cries echoed through the air, mixed with spiritual energy. The voices were full of sorrow, and the wails reached the heavens, reverberating all around.
“Scoundrel! My Sacred Mountain will crush you into dust!”
Elder Bing Fu’s face contorted with rage. His voice tore through the air, filled with raw emotion. His fists clenched tightly, and spiritual energy surged, causing his aura to explode. The space around him quivered, as if shaken by a thunderous roar.
At that moment, anyone could feel the depth of Elder Bing Fu’s fury.
If Yi Su from the Overlord Sect had been before him, Elder Bing Fu likely would have killed him a thousand times over.
But sadly, they were still within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, which, despite some apparent issues, could not be breached.
Before the mountains, countless onlookers watched, their eyes frozen in disbelief at the young man’s figure in the ethereal reflection. A cold chill swept through their bodies, their souls quivering in fear.
In a world dominated by Sacred Mountain, Yi Su of the Overlord Sect stood as an indomitable force. Just as Chu Changhuan, a native of Sacred Mountain, was powerless against him. With a single, devastating punch, it seemed this act was a clear challenge and defiance against Sacred Mountain.
Inside the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, atop a hill, Jian Wuque and Mu Yao stood side by side, their eyes filled with excitement as they watched the ethereal scene unfold.
On the mountain peak stood a young man in his late teens, with flawless facial features and sharp angles. His gaze was focused on the unfolding scene, his eyes shining brightly.
Among the large rocks, a young warrior stood. His long black hair cascaded over his shoulders like a flowing river. His deep purple robe, stained with blood, only added to his fierce presence. As he lifted his gaze, his profound eyes sparkled with brilliance.
Among the ancient trees, intertwined with thick vines, stood a young man in white. His eyes gleamed as he playfully watched the ethereal void. His expression was complex, filled with intrigue.
On the plain, Shao Sijun stood tall and serene. His slender form exuded nobility, and his gaze held a fierce resolve as he stared into the ethereal void.
Atop the mountain peaks, Li Qingwei gazed upward. Her stunning beauty shone like a delicate white lotus. Dressed in immaculate white, she appeared untouched by even the smallest speck of dust.
Far away, Cheng Yanhuan raised her head. Her captivating face, framed by long, curved lashes, hid eyes that shimmered with a faint golden hue, adding an enchanting touch to her allure. Her gaze into the void wavered, shifting constantly.
“Kill my Sacred Mountain disciples, and you will die!”
On the peak, a young man of extraordinary martial prowess stood tall. His nose sharp, lips thin, and eyebrows arched like swords. His handsome face was impeccable, flawless in every aspect. He remained calm and composed as he observed the scene.
“Swoosh!”
The young man moved swiftly, descending with remarkable speed. A dazzling light emanated from his back, forming wings. His entire body radiated with a brilliant halo, and with these wings, he soared through the mountain caves, his figure a streak of light.
His figure was captivating, a brilliance that drew all eyes, even amidst the shifting and distorted images in the void.
“Look! There goes Nanan Ruyu; he’s about to make his move!”
Inside and outside the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, many gasped as Nanan Ruyu sped toward the scene, ready to act.
“Nanan Ruyu, I, Sacred Mountain, still desire him. I must kill that boy!”
Within the Sacred Mountain ranks, everyone saw Nanan Ruyu heading toward the boy, intent on slaying him.
In the lines of the major forces, emotions were mixed, with shock taking the lead.
Chu Changhuan couldn’t survive a blow from such a young man. What did that mean? Everyone knew the gravity of the situation in their hearts.
